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incident or to grasp her shoulders between his hands, made
him sometimes stop for a split instant, unconscious of himself,
and scrutinize the face of someone with whom he was talking.
They said the same things now as they, or other people, had
said before in this very same office. They were in trouble.
They had quarrelled with somebody else over money or land
or cattle. They could no longer live with their wives or hus-
bands. They expected death and wanted to make their wills.
Listening all the while with professional care to their words,
he watched their faces and was aware of something behind the
words and faces, something that was unnamed for all their talk.

When, back in the middle of the summer, he had seen Bunk
Trevelyan's wife for the first time, he had not noticed her at
all as an individual and could not have said whether her face
was sadder than another. Sitting in his office, her small, dry-
clay-coloured fingers clasped together with a painful stillness
on the lap of her faded and sun-streaked blue crepe-de-chine
dress, she had been like other women who had sat there,
dressed in their good clothes for the occasion, and told him
their troubles in just such a dead, monotonous, and impersonal
voice. She had sat there with the look and the manner of all
those other wives of croppers and poor farmers; having at that
time no meaning except in so far as she had the meaning of
those other women, no one of whom had meaning except that
meaningless meaning of resemblance to all the others. She
was, she had said in that fiat, impersonal voice, the wife of
Harris Trevelyan; maybe he knew Harris Trevelyan, he had a
little place out the Murray Mill road.

" I don't believe I do," Mr. Munn had said.

" He goes by the name of Bunk a right smart," she had con-
tinued. " But that ain't his right and given name. Folks just
call him that and there ain't no sayen why. But I call him
Harris. Which is his right name."

" I don't reckon I know him by that name."

" He's a right tall man, taller'n most," she had said, with a
flicker of pride in her voice. " He's got red hair."